Представляем точный текст композиции "The Wreckoning" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Lateef . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Wreckoning» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Lateef передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Lateef - "The Wreckoning"
Lyrics to The Wreckoning : [Lateef] Look bitch You know Im comin tight So you can switch them hips from left to right All night and wont nobody give a shit If you were sittin I might ask you to stand so you can take a load Off your mind Cause the lyrics you kicked were so butt-brained It must be synonymous With your behind in the time and you know your rhymin Sucked black So I cant still figure out why the fuck He was all on my nut sac He was droolin water and who are you foolin Tryin to act so cool And when it comes to the duelin Pull up a stool and we can begin the schoolin Ooohin and Ahhhin Really dont matter as long as the rapper They know whos shit is phatter And who should be beggin the pardon For the disaster as I blast you into Anti-matter make you scream out uncle As I punk you with the funk Watch you crumble like a punk will Another chump killed As I chuckle pumpin steel through the steel So that I can steal the show The bug had know appeal Meaning that I dont feel the whack EVEN when you be feeling that No matter how slow you go You still got no-THING to say When skills are softer than clay matter Cmon man, that aint where the cash is You musta thought that pretty ass shit was gon make Some dough on the strength of those promo pictures Hoe Blow me down I gets down That even if we go just one more round And Im from the 'O Challenging you in your own goddam town And I know the homies gon clown When they hear the profound thoughts and Experiences applied from my strife to the End of your life on this mic The years run off by the hour The aspirations FLEE with the YEARS As they get devoured with time Eventually you will age and collapse What good are your raps if your Synapses cant fire The rapid rhymin and tactics That I can flash with Automatically blastin back and Cappin and laughin at all of this whack Material that you brought Devoid of substance lacking Action between word and thought and Perhaps its best for erybody If we just cut short Silence You itch you lust Your breath is taken When you awaken In the state of the shock Thoughts of ex-communication And the implications of that situation Racin through your floggin stopped up Noggin as youre massagin Youre jarred Whats that you saw You try rememberin but its foggier than Fishermans wharf At six in the mornin Through the gloom of dawn Your doom is doomin like the Moon you know when youll be due And youll die and soon And when you die Your heart stops The brain is TECHNICALLY ALIVE For three or four minutes Digesting the curse for the next 24 hours Give or take a smidgen Blood remains viable for several hours and Settles down once the bodys downside is Darker and you will mottle The grip of rigor mortise clenches its fist And two to six hours Relinquishes Two to three days later by this time The stomach is bloated with gaseous Fumes consumin will blow shit up fo sho Oh by the way The flesh decomposes fast Veins and skin turn Blue, purple, green and black Nose and softer tissue turns to a Jelly consistency thicker than Jell-O Cornea of the eyes are no longer clear Sickly jaundiced yellow When you see and it softens Eyes they melt in their sockets Watch the skin pull away From the gum-line leavin no lips So whats left and A wicked grin Bacteria thrive nightcrawlers fill No morrow only hunger Maggots arrived and nows devourin Decayed and sourin But hey Really though Why even trip It aint Only the physical in which Your consciousness exists And in the end Forensic details are about as important As the gear your sportin So why even resist Ya trick You should desist and listen To the mix your missin With the kicks thats hittin In the midst of the mist Into which your slippin The lights start to dim And the lesson of infection Youre witnessin is the wreckoning Winded old and youll POP You cease to exist Terror in your eyes And a smile on your lips When you hear the remix You cease to exist Terror in your eyes And a smile on your lips When your heart lights up You cease to exist Terror in your eyes And a smile on your lips When you hear the lyrics You cease to exist Terror in your eyes And a smile on your lips [ The Wreckoning Lyrics ]
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